Now that school has picked up, classes are getting hard. This requires extra study time that’s productive enough for me to learn something in SILENCE! My busy schedule only allows me a few hours a day to dedicate to my school work, in which I try to get as much done as I can. Unfortunately every time I sit down to do this, I get interrupted/distracted by the loud idiots around me who either can’t read or don’t understand the meaning of “Quiet Floor” in the library.
I can’t study at my house because my roommates have the TV on at an abnormally loud volume in the next room. I can’t sit in Panera to study because apparently they have this new way of announcing that your food is ready. It’s a combination of an intercom and an annoying man that is way too happy and nice sounding, that calls out, “Melanie, your GLORIOUS bowl of soup is ready here at the counter!” Every. Five. Seconds.
So I turn to a place that’s sure to be fool proof: Floor 1 of the Thomas Cooper Library. With my luck, to my left, I have three frat boys talking at a normal conversational tone about their drunken party weekend. I was clearly not the only one pissed off; Every person in the area kept giving them glares to SHUT THE F&*% UP!
The worst part is, they didn’t get the hint. They thought that since everybody was looking at them, this meant that everyone was interested in their stupid conversation which made them talk a little louder with a little more pride. One kept looking at me for recognition, like he was expecting me to say, “dude you are so badass!” To top it off, one of their laughs sounded like a mix between a woman giving birth, and a hyena.
All I have to say to these people who don’t understand the point of a quiet study area is, if someone looks like they MIGHT be studying (usually by themselves with an open book nearby), MOVE YOUR CONVERSATIONS FAR, FAR AWAY OR PUT A SOCK IN IT!
So this may sound a little harsh, but lately I’ve been getting really annoyed every time I hear the word “sorry” at the wrong time. When I say the wrong time, I mean when something wasn’t even your fault.
For example, at my job, I’ll say to my new co-worker, “Hey, do you think you could get me this or that from the back?” Or sometimes I’ll just let her know little tips, like how to toast the bread on different settings and what not. It just starts to get to me when, immediately following EVERY single thing I suggest or ask for her to help me with, she has to say, “I’m so sorry.” Yeah I sound a little harsh, the poor girl is just apologizing, but then I think WHY? “YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG!”
Then, I’ll find myself saying, “It’s okay,” fifty times in an hour.Especially when we’re busy and I’m already stressed out because we have a bunch of people standing in line requesting their breakfast, I get really pissed when this girl says sorry a hundred times.Not to mention, she does it to the customers too and they’re standing there with a confused look on their faces like, “You didn’t even do anything wrong.”
Then there was today. Today, I was entering the bathroom when a girl was leaving and she goes, “Excuse me, sorry.” Did you really just apologize for leaving the bathroom? People, if you didn’t do anything wrong, then why admit to doing so in the form of an apology? It just gets annoying when you constantly have to say, “Oh no, you’re fine,” with a fake smile over and over again for no reason at all!
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Sorry not sorry if this is littered with typos/thingsthatdon'tmakesense.
But why would this blog deviate from my usual grammatical perfection you ask?
My diet consists of Red Bull shots, green tea antioxidant supplements and banana popsicles. My day planner is about to fucking explode with all of the shit I have written in it. My most recent trip to Wal-Mart resulted in a $40 purchase of anti-wrinkle moisturizer, nail polish, more sharpie pens so I can write even more shit in my day planner and various forms of caffeine.
Okay, so I have to give props to Urban Outfitters for their taste in music, but they really need to stop shitting on the concept of typographic design.
STOP WITH THE THROWBACK TO WORD ART. We get it. You're so hip and avant garde that submitting to the ideals of society and the theories of graphic design & balanced aesthetics is beneath your holga 35 milimeters, your custom-made I'm-trendier-than-you-could-ever-be bicycles and your books of questionably legality (especially in SC).
I know I've touched on this subject before, which is precisely why my friend from Las Vegas posted this on my facebook wall which consequently inspired the rapid thought process which led to the two things I really want to say:
2. Visiting urbanoutfitters.com WILL INDUCE VOMITING.